Over a week of nearly constant rain has enveloped the area. Not bad, we need it, but it makes for soggy runs. Today, Mad Dog and I set out under dark and low ceilings for a 1 hour trail run. Rain was threatening but I left the rain jacket behind. With temperatures in the upper 40's, I guessed I'd stay warm enough and the rain light enough to slog it through.I let Mad Dog off leash at the trailhead and she left my side in a flash. She's a runner and a sprinter and the love for both she readily demonstrates. She made quick work of releasing the pent up energy of a week's indoor confinement . She tore down the trail, leaped off to chase birds, and whatever mysterious doggy motivating smells her nose picked up. The squish-squish-squish of my feet along the soggy trail played the base notes to accompany the staccato of her highspeed run-bys. Spray, splatter, wind, squish. As the rain began and steadily picked up, Mad Dog ran happy patterns around me and my steady yet increasingly soggy run. We were in heaven.
